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Dec 2018
you stroke all of my weak spots,
true colors are a bleak,
emitting radiation
to reveal what's underneath.
your love is like a drug,
so bad
but
yet
so good.
your lips
are worth me dying,
destroy me like you should.
he is kryptonite to my superman
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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